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“Kelly!” Mom called up the stairs, “The neighbors are coming to get the basketball hoop.”

What? What on earth was she talking about?

“They should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

I could not grasp what she was saying. The words slid around in my mind, but they would not register. She may as well have been speaking some foreign, alien language. “Coming to get the hoop.” Then it finally sank in. While I still could not fathom what my mother meant, those words set off alarm bells in my head and I flew down the stairs, touching maybe two of them as I got prepared to do battle to protect the hoop.

My mother was standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, completely unaware of the utter, emotional turmoil I was in. A thousand memories flashed before me—pretending to be Jerry West, Elgin Baylor or Rick Berry, imagining the game clock winding down to the last few seconds as I twisted and turned and shot the championship winning point:

He takes the shot…will he make it? Will it go in? And…it’s in! It’s good! The Lakers win the championship! The Lakers win the championship!

All of the hours, the sweat, playing in 90 degree heat or bone chilling temperatures, the rhythm of the ball bouncing off the pavement, the sound of it hitting the white wood backboard, the feel of the rubber grooves on my fingertips, the aches, the ragged breaths, the feel of my body running, jumping, thighs trembling, calves burning, dreams of glory—the hoop—my worst enemy and my best friend—the hoop. Someone was trying to take away my life?

“What did the neighbors say to you?” My voice shook.

“Well, I thought it a bit odd, but they said they are going to come down here to take the basketball hoop.” She finally looked at me, searching my face for understanding. “Did you offer them the basketball hoop at some point? Because they seem to think it is theirs now.”

I swallowed hard, trying to calm down, trying to get a hold of my frustration. No good.

“Mom! What’s the chance that I’d offer our family’s most important possession to a… to a neighbor! Of course not! I would never offer it to anyone! Anyone!”

“Well, I don’t know how this confusion came about, but they’re coming here, so you’ll have to deal with it.”

I could not, simply could not grasp how anyone would just assume that my HOOP was available to take. What sort of neighbors were these people? Did they call up other neighbors and say, “Hi! Just calling to let you know that I’m coming to take your mailbox?” or “Just ringing to tell you I’m coming to take your flowerpots.” This was not normal, good neighborly behavior. So what was I to do? Mom said I had to handle this. Should I run up to the attic and get the 4/10 shot gun? Stand my ground in a shootout? Should I call the police?

I ran out to the driveway and looked down the alley, and yep, sure enough, there they were just leaving their house to head down to ours, with tools in their hands. The knot that had been forming in my stomach was out of anger and confusion. It was my hoop. Mine. But I decided to take the high road and deal with these nefarious neighbors with maturity.

“Hello!” I called as they approached. “How are you doing today?”

“Oh, Kelly! It’s so nice of you to offer your basketball hoop to the neighborhood! We’re so excited to take you up on this!”

The woman had obviously no idea what she was saying.

“Um… I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I never said I was giving away my basketball hoop.”

She looked at me for a confused moment. “But it says it right there on the backboard!”

I froze. I turned and looked at the backboard and there, written in blue paint, were the words—my motivational words—“DO YOU WANT IT?”

Do ...an action word that fits with want and asks the question of me every time I stepped on that court, at what price are you willing to work?

You ...there was no one else out there in the summer heat and winter cold in the morning, midday, and late evening perfecting skills to take on all others to fight for that position on the team.

Want ...this too is a strong action word that comes with the desire to be great and the willingness to do what it takes to develop skills at the highest level possible.

It ...the position on the University of Minnesota Basketball team in ‘the barn” that opposing teams hate to come into and leave having been handed another devastating loss, that is why it is so highly coveted by so many in this state.

Understanding finally dawned upon me. So, with slight embarrassment, but much relief, I told her that I actually wrote those words to motivate myself, that it was my goal to start for the University of Minnesota basketball team next year, and every time I thought it was too hard, that I was too tired or just felt like giving up, I looked at those words and thought to myself, “Yes, I want it!” and no matter how tough or hard it got, I wanted it and I would make the extreme sacrifice to get it.

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Where it all began and the phrase that almost cost me my basketball hoop

She was a little disappointed that her grandchildren wouldn’t have a hoop to play on, but she wished me luck and told me to say hello to my Mother and Dad. Boy, was I happy that the “family heirloom” was safely guarded and would remain in the family, and on the garage where all good hoops belong.

Speaking of the family heirloom (ha ha), I was born on April 10th, 1961, the youngest of seven children to Marge and Vern Scott. We lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota and sports ruled our lives. My father was 52 when I was born and my oldest brother was eighteen. My father was a stern and slightly intimidating man, but he had a good heart and he loved us very much. He grew up in a very unstructured household, and he sometimes tried a little too hard to make up for the short comings of his own childhood, and in turn was very structured with us. My father loved sports, especially basketball, and as a result, almost all of us kids were involved in sports in some way. My oldest brother, Mike, was involved in football and swimming. My next oldest brother, Robb, swam throughout high school and for the University of Minnesota, and he even made the tryouts for the Olympic team. My brother, Terry, in all of his 5’4” glory, played high school basketball. My sister, Sharon, didn’t play official sports in high school, but later in her “career” helped us win a University of Minnesota co-rec softball championship. My brother Casey played grade school basketball, and then in high school became the basketball team’s student manager. My sister, Trish, played high school basketball and track. And yours truly, played high school basketball, tennis and cross country.

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Robb, Sharon, Casey, Tricia, and me (others not pictured) won Co-Rec Softball Championship at the U of M

“Spirit and Sport” was how our family grew up with backyard sports each day and a church and school a half block away where much was learned about “Do You Want It?” and “Don’t Give Up, Never Ever Give Up.” As the youngest, I still remember getting the ‘Spirit’ of daily 8am mass with my mom, brother and sister, and then the ‘Sport” of racing out of church to the playground to jump into a game of soccer or football, maybe even some baseball or keep away. Today, with 21st century technology, Spirit & Sport can be a facility where youth are developed in heart, mind, and body while giving back to seniors and those in need. These youth can be taught different athletic skills while also pursuing development in the moral senses all in ‘the JPII tradition of Spirit & Sport.’ The vision for this facility is to be a place where Spirit & Sport meet to lift up young and old and ask the vital question of how to become the very best we can be, never giving in, and never, ever giving up. This facility and its reach into the community, state, and nation will be unmatched and unprecedented in its extension of good will, outstanding service, and tremendous skill development. This love of sport meets love of spirit and building up of each person wholly to transform that love into something more than self-getting; but truly into that which is self-giving!

Speaking of love, as a child, I wrote two sermons for priests that both ended up being read from the pulpit at Sunday mass. One was on love and the other was on sunshine. I used the same technique of breaking up the word to represent each letter found in that word. Here are the excerpts from the sermon on love, from the perspective of a ten-year-old.

“Love one another. What does that mean to you? The Webster’s definition of love is: Strong affection, warm attachment. God commanded us to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. This was one of the two greatest commandments. How often do you really love your friend or your enemy? It is easier to love your friend, but loving your enemy is just as important. Actually, it is even more important to love your enemy, because God did, and he commanded us to do so also. If we break that command, we can go to God for forgiveness—because God is a forgiving God. And just as God will forgive us, he told us to forgive not seven or seventy times but seven times seventy times. To forgive, you must love that person enough to say, “I forgive you and let’s be friends.”

When you do get mad at someone, the best thing to do is to leave them, go to your room, close the door and talk privately with God. Ask God to help you go back to loving those people. It takes a lot of guts, right after you get mad at someone, to turn around and love them again. But remember, God is always with you and he will always love you. It’s hard to believe that God will always love you, even when you do something wrong, but it’s true—God always loves you. Take the word “LOVE” and divide it by letters.

L stands for Living. We are really living when we are loving everyone. Love is necessary, both here and now and for our greatest gift for giving love, time with God for eternity.

O stands for Option. We have the option of loving those around us and God above, or not. It is free will and our choice to love and receive all the blessings that go with it, or freely choose not to love and miss out on the grace and blessings we could receive.

V is for Variety. The reason I picked this word is because all of us who come to God, do so from a variety of families and for a variety of reasons. Hopefully, we come to God because we love him and we want to be with him both now and for eternity. That makes for variety with a great purpose.

E is for Endurance. This world is tough and we go through a lot of things, and endurance and trust in God is the only way to not only survive, but thrive. We are tested on this earth and through that testing, stress and strain, we are called to God and answer that call by coming to Him and loving Him in an obedient way.

Love—Living, Options, Variety, Endurance. So, the next time you hear the word “love”, really listen to it and hear the echo of its meaning inside each letter and how much it really means to you.

Love wasn’t always evident in the Scott household. In fact, sibling rivalry and thinking up ways to “get someone’s goat” as the saying goes was one of our favorite pastimes. Casey, my brother who was closest in age, was often ill during his youth, and he fought Crohn’s disease in his teens. We were all very protective of him.

My dad traveled often with his job, as a sales manager for Union 76, and Robb, the eldest at home, often took on the role of “dad”. One night, as we were all gathering at the dinner table, I took Casey aside and whispered that we should pull a prank on Robb with a fake punch. We’d seen enough action movies to know how to pull off a good one. My mother overheard our plan and warned me not to, but that only convinced me that it was going to be a great prank. Casey and I started up an “argument” in the kitchen—fully aware that Robb was already seated at the dinner table, and he could hear everything we were saying.

As Casey and I entered the dining room, I grabbed Casey’s shoulder, turned him towards me and yelled, “Take that!” as I swung a fist past his face. Right on cue, Casey clapped his hands together in a smack and crumpled to the floor in an ungainly heap. Robb became a cartoon of anger, as I literally swore I saw smoke coming from his ears. He jumped up in a fit of rage and came tearing after me.

I ran through the kitchen, out the back door and across my beloved driveway/basketball court in about two seconds flat, but Robb was right behind me, gunning towards me like some irate, Olympic-fast bull. Robb was chasing me down with only one thought in mind—KILL KELLY. I was running the fastest sprint of my entire life, gulping in air and screaming, “It’s a joke! It’s a joke!” Mom was yelling after Robb to stop, that it was just a prank, but it took half a block for Robb to realize that he had been “pranked”.

Instead of slowing his rage, the realization that he had been the victim of a joke only fueled his anger. We traipsed back to the house, but I could feel the resentment coming from Robb in waves. Mom was giggling, Casey was laughing and I was amused, but terrified that Robb still had it out for me. I slept on high-alert for the next two weeks, convinced that Robb was scheming up a plot of revenge—a lesson for playing on Casey’s weakness and humiliating him in the process.

This chapter fits well with the overriding theme of the book ‘Never Give Up.’ The idea of ‘Do You Want It’ and the hard work of Love—Living, Options, Variety, and Endurance also go hand in hand and lay the groundwork for skill development in Spirit & Sport. Make sure to have fun in the process, just not too much fun especially at someone else’s expense.